Seven
Wade Simpson
I'm trying not to waste my time
I'm innocent and justified
I'm quarantined inside my eyes
I'm twisted in the row of signs
Words on the parchment
Ink on the page
Christ is the fire
My heart is the blaze
Lamb on the Altar
Where Innocence died
Christ is the fire
He broke through the line
Christ is the comfort
My heart is the rage
Words on the page
I'm trying not to waste my time
I'm innocent and justified
I'm quarantined inside my eyes
We're twisted in the row of signs
We're reckless in the heat sometimes
We're confident and unrefined
We're tempered from the outward sighs
I hope it unwinds